Magic Man

Once there lived a magic man that went by the name of Jackie. He was a so-called “king” to the people of his city because he made their dreams and wishes a reality. Little did they know they were going to pay for it later in life. Excluding that, this story is not about how great he was, nor how he saved people. It is about his downfall and what caused this tragedy to happen. Here I was lying on my couch watching all my guests celebrate and I was yet to enjoy myself. If it were not for all that I have done for the people present, none of them would acknowledge my existence. I took a deep breath and said to myself, “Get yourself together Jackie, just put on a smile and enjoy it until it’s over,” I got up from my seat, put a smile on my face, and walked over to the dessert table. I then saw a flash of color outside the corner of my eye and there she stood, with long black hair, sun-kissed skin, blood red corseted dress, with black heels on. My heart felt as if I had stopped breathing. “How does this lady affect his downfall?” Your question will be answered shortly. It was as if she was controlling my heart. She then turned, and we made eye contact. My breath hitched, as she started into my soul with her ocean eyes. It was like a trance I could not escape from. As I came back to reality, I realized she was not there anymore and thought to myself, “Who was she...?” I was thinking about her, even when everybody was knocked out on the floor from getting high or drunk. I yelled, “Miguel!” and my butler came running, “Yes sir,” he replied, “I need you to find someone for me,” I went into the description of the widow, and he went on his way to find my mysterious woman. As the day passed, the sun began to set and before I knew it, it was nighttime. I did my nightly routine, as I prepared for bed. I was soon ready to lie down and be at rest in my short, but affective slumber. As I laid down, my body began to relax and soak into the mattress. I do not know if it was because of the drugs or how tired I was, but I felt at rest. No later than this event occurred, I drifted off into a deep slumber. I woke up gasping for air, but when I awoke, I did not appear to be in my bedroom; in a dark abyss with nothing but mirrors surrounding me. I then proceeded to ask where I was. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw the slightest bit of a blood red dress. I began to chase after her, telling her to wait, as she turned the corner and vanished. After what felt like hours of chasing her around, he had finally found her. He then proceeded to walk up to her, but as he was about to touch her hand she turned around. Instead of seeing his mysterious maiden, he was met by a body with no face. He awoke in a panic and found himself in his bedroom, gasping for air. As he began to adjust, he felt something wet underneath him, as he began to look down, his eyes widened at the sight of…. BLOOD.